Redsand Canyon Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beating

That was a dark twist. Fennec didn't react visibly, but she did take a moment before she replied. That seemed to be alright since Germanicus continued, describing more of the less flattering aspects of his homeland.

Did he miss it? Had he agreed, when they killed her? Probably. Why wouldn't he have?

It was complicated. She didn't take her title seriously enough to consider his role in condemning a witch as a personal threat - but she chafed against his propriety. He said it was enough, but she almost wished he simply dismissed them out of hand. It would have been better to have him laugh off her fortunes, or treat it all as a joke, than the feeling that he might actually (and honestly) fear them. There was a time she'd wanted that, but she'd never wanted it from someone in his position. Not from a partner.

What bothers you about it? She could have asked a few other things, but surprisingly, this was the question that came out. She genuinely wanted to know. For some reason, what he said was enough wasn't for her.